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La. Cap. The people in the street cry-Romeo,
Some-Juliet, and some-Paris; and all run,
With open outcry, toward our monument.
Prince. What fear is this, which Itartles in our ears?
1. Watch. Sovereign, here lies the county Paris Nain ; And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, Warm and new kill'd.
Prince. Search, seek, and know how this foul murder
1. Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man;
With instruments upon them, fit to open
These dead men's tombs.
Cap. O, heavens!-0, wife! look how our daughter
This dagger hath mista'en ,--for, lo! his house
Is empty on the back of Montague,
And it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom.
La, Cap. O me! this fight of death is as a bell,
That 'warns my old age to a sepulchre.
Enter MONTAGUE and Others.
Prince. Come, Montague; for thou art early up,
To see thy son and heir more early down.
Mon. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night;
Grief of my son's exíle hath stopp'd her breath :
What further woe conspires against mine age ?
Prince. Look, and thou shalt see.
Mon. O thou untaught! what manners is in this,
To press before thy father to a grave ?
Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while,
Till we can clear these ambiguities,
And know their spring, their head, their true descent;
And then will I be general of your woes,
And lead you even to death : Meantime forbear,
And let mischance be Nave to patience.
Bring forth the parties of suspicion.
Fri. I am the greatest, able to do least,
Yet moft suspected, as the time and place
Doth make against me, of this direful murder;
And here I stand, both to impeach and purge
Myself condemned and myself excus’d.
Prince. Then fay at once what thou doft know in this.
Fri. I will be brief, for my short date of breath
Is not so long as is a tedious tale.
Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet;
And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife :
I married them; and their skolen marriage-day
Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely death
Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from this city;
For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pin'd.
You-to remove that siege of grief from her,
Betroth’d, and would have married her perforce;
To county Paris :-Then comes she to me;
And, with wild looks, bid me devise fome means
To rid her from this second marriage,
cell there would she kill herself.
Then gave. I her, fo tutor’d by my art,
A sleeping potion; which so took effect
As I intended, for it wrought on her
The form of death : meantime I writ to Romeo,
That he should hither come as this dire night,
To help to take her from her borrow'd grave,
Being the time the potion's force should cease.
But he which bore my letter, friar John,
Was staid by accident; and yesternight
Return'd my letter back : Then all alone,
At the prefixed hour of her waking,
Came I to take her from her kindred's vault;
Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,
Till I conveniently could send to Romeo :
But, when I came, (some minute ere the time
Of her awakening,) here untimely lay
The noble Paris, and true Romeo, dead.
She wakes; and I entreated her come forth,
And bear this work of heaven with patience :
But then a noise did scare me froin the tomb ;
And she, too desperate, would not go with me,
But (as it seems,) did violence on herself.
All this I know; and to the marriage
Her nurse is privy: And, if aught in this
Miscarried by my fault, let, my old life
Be sacrific'd, some hour before his time,
Unto the rigour of severest law.
Prince. We still have known thee for a holy man.
Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this?
Bal. I brought my master news of Juliet's death;
And then in pott he came from Mantua,
To this same place, to this fame monument.
This letter he early bid me give his father;
And threaten'd me with death, going in the vault,
If I departed not, and left him there.
Prince. Give me the letter, I will look on it.
Where is the county's page, that rais'd the watch?
Sirrah, what made your master in this place ?
Page. He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave; And bid me stand aloof, and so I did : Anon, comes one with light to ope
i And, by and by, my master drew on him ; And then I ran away to call the watch.
Prince. This letter doth make good the friar's words, Their course of love, the tidings of her death : And here he writes that he did buy a poison
Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal
Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.
Where be these enemies ? Capulet! Montague!
See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate,
That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love !
And I, for winking at your discords too,
Have lolt a brace of kinsmen :-all are punish'd.
Cap. O, brother Montague, give me thy hand :
This is my daughter's jointure, for no more
Can I demand.
Alan. But I can give thee more:
For I will raise her statue in pure gold;
Tbat, while Verona by that name is known,
There shall no figure at such rate be fet,
As that of true and faithful Juliet.
Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie;
Poor facrifices of our enmity!
Prince. A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The fun, for forrow, will not show his head :
Go hence, to have more talk of these fad things;
Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:
For never was a story of more woe,
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.